summary: my own character goes to hogwarts where she meets bellatrix, severus,lucius and the gang and blah blah blah.. i have no idea what this is gunna turn into.
CHAPTER ONE
As I waited for the house elves to load my things up, I glanced at my surroundings. The large scarlet train before me awaiting to take me to hogwarts for the first time. I wasn't a first year, no. I found a compartment all to myself and sat down unable to suppress a small smirk. I was here to start my sixth year at hogwarts the last five years of my education being spent at Beauxbatons, my grandmother was French and a close friend to the headmistress. So in her opinion it was the only school 'suitable' for a young pureblood witch. Indeed. And as always my mother crumbled. I'd always hoped that by some miracle that my father would change his mind and send me to hogwarts but since Professor Dippet had retired and 'that mudblood lover' had taken over my father had insisted that I would not be sent to a school that would have me associate with filthy mudbloods. He was stubborn, a trait that I had picked up. I had no choice. Beauxbatons it was.
One of the things I despise most about being a female pureblood was during the summer we had to partake in 'eloquence lessons' basically we are taught to be perfect wives. It drives me mad eight hours a day, every day for the whole summer being taught how to sit, stand and talk like a lady. Rather stupid when we are expected to be seen and not heard. We aren't being taught to be wives, we're being taught to be dolls. Pretty to look at, elegant and perfect hostesses but behind the looks, dull and stupid. We're trained to apply make-up perfectly, we learn all the beauty spells, how to style our hair and quote famous purebloods poetry yet never once were we taught how to think for ourselves. Apparently that was to be our husbands jobs.
Well, Beauxbatons is basically just like those eloquence lessons. The school only accepted pupils of pureblood. We had all our normal lessons such as potions and charms but instead of muggles studies we had 'pureblood lessons.' girls and boys were taught separately as with most lessons. It was a nightmare. You couldn't escape it.
I remember once in the summer of my third year asking my mother if I could stop taking lessons as I felt I had learned all I needed to know. I can still recall her facial expression as she slapped me sharply across the cheek, her french manicured nails leaving scratch marks similar to those you would see on a person who had been attacked by a particularly vicious cat. Through gritted teeth she warned me she would not have any daughter of hers "spoiling our family name like that Andromeda Black." Ah yes my mother always up to date with the latest gossip. I had, of course, heard the story of the eldest daughter of the Blacks. She had gone and got herself knocked up by some muggle born and was running around declaring she loved him and they were going to get married. Pity. I'd heard she was quite beautiful.
Our family manor was located in Northern Ireland and this is where I had grown up, I had infact been born here. But due to my extensive vocabulary training no hint of an accent was noticeable.
The majority of pure-blooded families lived in either England or Scotland, so i was never surrounded by others like myself as a child. My parents often flooed across to lavish parties to which children where not invited, unless you were over 16. So when my parents threw parties I was always kept upstairs out of the way. I used to sit on the stairs of the entrance hall hidden away staring in awe at all the beautifully dressed women the men paraded around. as I grew older I begin to despise the parties. Watching these women who I once thought so beautiful, now it made me sick. as they clung to their husbands laughing whenever they told their pathetic jokes. just because they didn't know what else to do.
The only child like myself I ever got to associate with as a child was a young boy by the name of Lucius Malfoy, he was a year older than me. His family spent half of their summer at their second home in Northern Ireland. Their house just across the road from my own. My father and Mr. Malfoy had alot of business together and so they often came over for dinner. My mother the ever perfect hostess showing Mrs Malfoy around all the best shopping areas while my father and Mr. Malfoy retired to the study or library to 'work on a few things' that left Lucius and myself. He was extremely arrogant and terribly vain and from what I've heard he hasn't changed. He used to make fun of me whenever our parents weren't around telling me I was a tomboy and that no man would ever marry me. My reply was to punch him in the face. He never told his parents, he didn't want his father to know he had been beaten by a girl. His mother was insufferable overprotective. Im sure if he had of told her she would have run around fussing and embarrassing him even more. I hadn't seen him since the summer before he had went to Hogwarts, I had to admit I was excited about seeing him again, even though he was an annoying spoilt brat. He'd made it in to Slytherin and was a prefect that was as much as my father was willing to tell me. I knew from the gossip between my mother and her friends that he had grown into quite a handsome young man and was dating the stunning Narcissa Black.
Just as the thought crossed my mind I heard voices in the corridor. I poked my head out of my carriage to see what was going on only to narrowly escape spell that wizzed past me and hit a boy standing to the right of my carriage. I almost laughed aloud when he fell to the floor smacking his head on the floor and transforming into a small black kitten. His three friends scurried around him lifting him up and walking away only glancing back to glare at whoever sent the spell. I turned to congratulate whoever sent the spell. The boy was standing there his wand still raised a nasty smile playing on his features his long blond hair slicked back out of his grey eyes. He turned to look in my direction lowering his wand. "Veronica. i was wondering where you might be." "Hello Lucius it has been a while hasn't it."